You think you’re in love? Ha! You don’t know what love is until you have to irrigate your lover’s catheter. It brings a whole new meaning to “sucking cock.” Seriously, medical fetishists and golden shower enthusiasts aside, the test of true love is how well you navigate the rough waters that are bound to irrigate your life if your beloved goes through a major sickness or surgery.

Take Max, my husband, lover and partner of 20 years and friend of 26, recently diagnosed with the dreaded Big C. Cancer is often the “silent killer,” but in Max’s case, the malevolent little cells, having decided to infiltrate the nice, warm, wet haven of his bladder, announced their deadly presence through blood in his urine. Yuch. Better to know than not to know. But what to do?

Captain Max in the Chemo Sea

We consulted a battery of urologists, oncologists, acupuncturists, raw foodists, faith healers and soothsayers, each hawking their favored brand of cancer-vanquishing snakeoil. But as the aggressive, recurring, “high grade” nature of Max’s cancer became clear, even the soothsayers agreed that the surest way to defeat this terrorist army of malignant cells was 1) BCG (Bacillus Calmette-Guerin) treatment and chemotherapy to kill the bastards, followed by 2) neobladder surgery to make sure they don’t come back.

Having about as much understanding of cancer as the typical American has of Swahili, we decided to go with the flow of expert advice. Max had virtually no side effects from the BCG which, indeed, may have been the most effective part of the whole treatment. As for chemo, we’d heard the horror stories, but we figured if it got too horrible, we’d just quit and go back to sipping blackberry smoothies and poking around with acupuncture.

Captain Max @ the helm. Photo: The Bloggamist

Thank Eros it never got that horrible. Captain Max steered his ship through the roiling sea of toxic chemicals injected into his veins with a smile on his face and an erection in his pants (the steroids accompanying some of the chemo can be quite stimulating!), and by the end of his treatments, he was pronounced “cancer-free.”

NeoBladderBall

Time to celebrate and get on with life, right? Well, the Bonobo Gang will use any excuse to celebrate—and we did—but the “cancer-free” diagnosis only meant we had won a battle, with a war zone stretched out ahead of us. Bladder cancer almost always comes back, and then it often spreads to other organs, possibly the kidneys, liver, lymph nodes, colon and lungs where it can do more damage and is harder to treat.

So, once you’re “cancer-free,” the next and most vital step, say the experts–from the highly specialized urological surgeons to the folks who are living it at the Bladder Cancer Café–is neobladder surgery. NEObladder? Sounds like a simulated spaceship spinning through the Matrix of your groin. Actually, it consists of removing the old bladder completely and replacing it with a new one literally handcrafted by the surgeon from a two-foot piece of your small intestine.

Make a new bladder out of your intestines? At first, that struck us as something between implausible and weird. My tortured brain took me on a trip down memory lane to raucous, alcoholic “bladderball” games on the old Yale campus which were eventually outlawed for being a danger to students and innocent bystanders. What kind of dangerous game were we playing now? NeoBladderball? Isn’t sewing up a nice new bladder from your intestine kind of like trying to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear?

NeoBladderBall? Invented in 1954, banned as “too dangerous” in 1983, the Bladderball returned briefly to Yale in 2009.

I dreamt of a bladderball game pitting me and Captain Max against drunken teams of cancer cells, bouncing the giant bladderball back and forth above us, when suddenly, the bladderball burst and gallons of bloody piss and bile rained down all over us until I woke up, drenched in sweat. At least, it wasn’t bloody piss and bile.

Despite my nightmares, all the experts, including Max’s urologist, one of “America’s Top Cancer Doctors” and “America’s Top Urologists,” the distinguished Dr. Sia Daneshmand, calmly reassured us that radical cystectomy and neobladder surgery was the only way to make sure the cancer wouldn’t return—at least not in the bladder—implying that if we didn’t do it, we might as well send the damn cancer cells an open invitation to play bladderball in Max’s body anytime. Dr. Daneshmand and his associates called neobladder surgery the “gold standard,” which I took as a not-so-subtle reference to the golden showers we would be required to include in our soon-to-be-rubber-sheeted marriage bed.

Sacrificial Organ

But our main objection to surgery was that Max felt great and, thanks to the BCG and chemo, wasn’t he now cancer-free? If it’s not broken, why fix it—let alone cut it up and possibly kill it? “Because Surgery is The Way…” so sayeth the surgeons, the high priests of the neotemple, aka the hospital, wearing their sacred white coats and ceremonial stethoscopes, reciting enigmatic diagnoses like rabbis davening, reading tubs of murky piss like tea leaves, as they exhorted us to sacrifice Max’s bladder on the civilized altar of modern medicine to appease the cancer demons. We felt like pawns in the neobladderball game, but we decided to go with the flow.

Fluids flow through us constantly. Blood, sweat, tears, urine, saliva, semen, mucus and just plain old H2O make up about 60% of the human body. Without water, we quickly die and, of course, our waterworks had better work, or we’ll blow up like water balloons.

The Power of Water

Captain Max is a Scorpio, the wateriest of water signs, and as another water sign friend Dr. Tracy Cabot, says, Scorpios always get what they want, one way or the other. Whether they’re dominant, submissive, passive, aggressive or passive/aggressive, their watery ways wear away the Earth signs, douse the Fire and turn us Airheads into gales of bubbles.

Dark clouds menace the Grace. But we had a lovely, orgasmic time! Photo: Helen

For years, Max hated the idea of any operations—military or surgical; though coming through his quadruple bypass in 2009 like a champ softened that hardline stance. Now he actually wanted to be operated on. Soon he was talking about getting a new bladder like some guys talk about getting a new car. What sealed the neobladder deal was that Dr. Daneshmand promised to also fix his bothersome hernia as long as he was in there. Two for one!

Grace Period

Silent or strident, cancer weaves its lethal way in and out of the living, cellular zombies feeding on the delicacies of our bodies. Though, of course, it isn’t contagious, its victims far outnumber those of any plague. So many wonderful, sexy people we know just through the show–Hollie Stevens, Jack Hammer, Kim Fowley, Dave Bautista’s wife Angie, to name a few—are battling the Big C. Now Captain Max must fight these pernicious stowaways for control of his ship, his life.

A Convocation of Captains at Shanghai Red’s

Speaking of ships, what with Valentine’s Day (for the pagan history of which, see Lupercalia) falling exactly one week before surgery, we decided to spend V-Day on the Grace, our friend James’ lovely yacht in the charming little harbor of Marina del Rey. What better, wetter way for a Scorpio to prepare for the deep sea battle of his life? Besides, it gave us a good excuse to wear our captain’s hats. When five of us went out to Shanghai Red’s for Valentine’s Eve dinner, all topped off with captain’s hats in assorted hues, we looked like a bohemian cruise ship hospitality staff on shore leave.

And we had a fine time on the good ship Grace, enjoying Valentine’s Day sex at dawn, rosy-fingered Aurora mounting the great Poseidon, riding Him into the sunrise. At one point, Max was sure he saw “Death” come aboard like a dark pirate and stand at the foot of our bed, but he told him he’d better go; his time had not yet come. We did let a few invited guests (Helen, Nori, film director Jack the Zipper, fetish model Menotte Bastille, civil rights attorney Barry Fisher) come aboard for lobster and champagne, and we could have stayed a few days, but before we knew it, we had to go. But we’ll be back; James has invited us to do a live show on-board. Stay tuned for off-shore RadioSUZY1 : Dr. Suzy and Captain Max broadcasting live from the bay, like old-time Pirate Radio. Click for pix from the Grace.

Yachting Around with Menotte Bastille. Photo: Jack the Zipper

Spike TV’s 1000 Ways to Die—Death by Peeing!

Just after getting my land legs, I was thrown into another strangely relevant golden pond. This time I was the “expert” on Spike TV’s show 1000 Ways to Die. The “death” in the segment supposedly occurred when a not-too-bright couple was enjoying some very wet water sports on an old frayed electric blanket that short-circuited and electrocuted them! Fortunately, I didn’t have to comment on this weird way to go. My job as sexologist was to explain why urination in the form of golden showers, aka, urophilia or urolagnia, erotically arouses some people.

First, there’s the obvious reason: pee comes out of the same organ that gives us orgasms. Like a sexual climax, urinating typically involves a build-up of tension and a pleasurable release. Golden shower lovers call it the Water of Life. Just as everyone urinates, every culture practices some kind of repression or privatizing of urination. We do it in a stall or behind a tree, making sure that others will not see. Urination is an essential bodily function all civilized humans must learn to repress and strictly control. Parents and other caretakers inculcate this repression and control with rewards and punishments that can make a big impression on our sexuality at a very impressionable age. Some of us don’t repress it so well and become golden shower fetishists. Others repress it too well and become golden shower fetishists. Many adore the loss of control associated with uncloseted urination. Sometimes it’s associated with humiliation,BDSM or adult baby/mommyroleplay, but some just enjoy the sensuous taboo experience of sharing the flow of pee.

I enjoy playing with golden shower enthusiasts, but I’ve always been the one doing the peeing. The night after the Spike TV interview (which should air sometime this summer), the bladderball nightmare bounced into my dreams again. This time Max and I were inside the bladder, sloshing around On Golden Pond, as the doctors played their dangerous game. And no, I wasn’t turned on. I was scared. Or…was I turned on by being scared?

Sex and Death

Conventional wisdom is that good health is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs, and sickness is a libido-killer. But even cancerous clouds have their silvery linings, and in this case, the lining is fear itself. On many nights (especially show nights!) in the weeks leading up to Max’s surgery, we made passionate love as if for the “last time,” because the fact was that maybe it would be.

Last Night of Sex Before Surgery. Photo: Nori

On a practical note, it’s good for your sexual health to have as much sex as you can leading up to neobladder, prostate, testicular or any other kind of surgery in the genital neighborhood, since it increases your chances of regaining full sexual function when you’ve recovered. Of course, most doctors don’t tell you this, just as they usually avoid talking about anything to do with sex. If you can’t have sex with a partner, at least masturbate and do your kegel exercises (squeeze and release!).

So…one more round of sex for us, and then the time had come. Or had it? Up to the last minute, we considered escape, going back to the Yacht and sailing to parts unknown, flying to Paris, or maybe just staying in bed, arms and legs wrapped tight around each other, under our dry and golden-shower-free electric blanket. But in “escaping” the voracious leviathan of modern medicine, wouldn’t we be sailing straight into the cancerous abyss? We had to do it…

Curative Butchery and Ketamine-Fentanyl Cocktails

So we did it. Well, Max did it. Actually Dr. Daneshmand and his team did it: seven hours of major surgery, cutting open the body, removing the bladder, slicing off two feet of intestine and stitching it up into the “neo-bladder.” Of course, Max himself slept through the whole thing, anesthetized into blissful oblivion. I waited in the Keck Medical Center lobby, taking deep breaths and sipping cucumber water as my eternally patient brother and sister-in-law tried to keep me calm but alert. Whenever I felt low, I thought of how my seven-hour wait was just a drop in the bucket of tears compared to Max’s excruciating 10-DAY wait for me to come out of my septic shock coma in 2006. One good test of true love deserves another.

Then the Word came down from the angel/nurse, and eventually Dr. D himself: Captain Max was sailing through the storm of surgical strikes with flying colors. When I saw my beloved grimacing from behind a gazillion tubes, bandages and beeping machines, heartily complaining about the pain and flirting with the hot lady doctors, I exhaled with relief. When he saw me, he bellowed like a bear who’d been knifed in the groin. And, actually, he had.

Within hours, he was enjoying a nice ketamine-fentanyl cocktail mixed up for him with everything but a maraschino cherry by a sexy nurse in red scrubs.

Prince Max in ICU with Bladder Bear. Photo: The Bloggamist

Titty Treatment and Sexual Healing

The very next day, they moved Max out of ICU and removed most of his tubes. And the nurse who took out his tubes turned out to be a fan of my show! Too bad he was a buff dude instead of a hot chick or Max would have been higher up in heaven than the ketamine-fentanyl already had him. Though at this point, they were dialing him down to morphine-lite and Vicodin.

At least now I could squeeze into bed with him and step up the “sexual healing.” I don’t think anybody’s done a scientific study on this, but my anecdotal evidence tells me that sex—kissing and cuddling in particular—are, if not actually curative, at least very effective painkillers and natural mood elevators. I have found that simply lifting the shirt, unhooking the bra and letting Max cop a feel of titty was often enough to kill mild pain and distract from the severe stuff. Several scientific studies, such as Harry Harlow’s sensory deprivation experiments on rhesus monkeys, have shown how lack of touch increases infant death and failure to thrive. Stands to reason that positive erotic touching, cuddling, kissing and stroking a sick person will help the healing process. How seriously does the health industry consider this?

Max rubs Roscoe’s neck; who’s giving whom therapy?

To their credit, USC Keck does trot around a big old dog named Roscoe for the patients to play with. The presence of domesticated “pets” is known to lower people’s blood pressure and raise happiness levels. But poor Roscoe’s so elderly, he seems to require medical attention himself. He did love when Max massaged his back, and that, in turn, made Max feel good. But I’m pretty sure he preferred my titties to Roscoe’s tongue…

Penis Irrigation

The 24/7 nursing at USC is top-notch; they took care of Prince Max like the royalty (Lobkowicz on Dad’s side and Filangieri on Mom’s) that he is. Before long, he was sitting up, eating chocolate pudding and doing phone interviews with Richardson Magazine on his revolutionary work publishing reader-written media in the 1970s like the LA Star, Love, Hate, God and Finger, foreshadowing the advent of blogging.

The only problem was that Max did so well, they wanted to release him even sooner than scheduled which meant that within days I would be the caretaker, and boy, was I not ready for that. The upside was I learned some cool new penis tricks. The first time a USC nurse tried to teach me how to irrigate Max’s catheter, and I saw all the crimson, golden and whitish fluids whooshing out of a tube sticking out of the marvelous penis I have known, loved, fucked and sucked, lo these 20 years, I almost passed out.

Thank you, USC Keck Medical Center! Photo: Nordov

It took another couple of times before I could pay close attention without retching. Eventually, I “got used to it” and learned how to insert the syringe filled with saline water into the catheter, push the water through and then suck it out (thus “sucking cock”) with all the attendant bile. Yuch! But it has to be done, or mucous (from the intestinal piece that was used to make the new bladder) will plug up the urinary tract. At this point, I’m almost an expert in the fine art of catheter irrigation–not that I’m looking to do it for anyone else, so don’t get any funny ideas.

Naughty Nurse & Doctor on the Big Black Obama Bus Home

As we got closer to the moment of his release, we planned to surprise Max by picking him up in the big black motorcoach that used to be Obama’s campaign bus which we rode to the Girls and Corpses party and the Pleasure Chest’s 40th anniversary. But then, when he asked if we could pick him up in the Obama bus, that kind of blew the surprise. At least for Max. It was certainly a big surprise for Keck Medical Center security which went on high alert as Dwayne pulled the gigantic shiny black motorcoach right up in front of the main hospital entrance. Then when Tasia emerged in her naughty nurse’s uniform with blue surgical gloves, super high-heeled stripper shoes, a green surgical tube wrapped around her neck and a big pink bow on her head, the security staff went bananas.

Nurse Tasia escorts us onto the Obama Bus. Photo: Nordov

Getting Max ready for departure, his nurse heard the commotion and exulted, “Looks like I definitely have the most exciting patient in the hospital today!” Unfortunately, he had to stay upstairs and couldn’t take Max out in the wheelchair. For that, they gave us the grouchiest looking nurse in the entire hospital. She and several paranoid security guards hustled us out of there in nano-seconds. Obviously, no other patients had been picked up by a giant private bus with a naughty nurse.

It’s great to have my Captain home, and reassuring to know he’s progressing according to plan. Being his primary nurse is a challenge—mentally and physically. Our usually sexy boudoir is now filled w/ syringes, bandages, catheters, tubes, male adult diapers in executive grey (white is for babies) and mountains of fresh plastic wrapped in more plastic. As First Mate, I’m in charge of irrigation (sucking cock four times daily!) and good vibrations (cop a feel, pop a Vicodin!). Plus washing, flushing, fetching, dressing, rubbing, bandaging, cleaning, even taking out a needle! Home nursing tests true love.

Max’s first day back home. Don’t worry, the vodka bottle is filled with water. Photo: The Bloggamist

As of this writing, no bladderballs of human waste have exploded over our heads, though our usually tight ship has been pretty leaky. When he first came home, Max had three “grenades” attached to his groin that filled up with “bile” plus a foley catheter, each of which had to be emptied every few hours. Thank Eros, they just removed all of that and now we’re down to just regulating normal bodily emissions.

Santorum Secretions

Which brings me to santorum. In case you think that’s just the name of a loony Republican Presidential contender and former US Senator (from my birth state of Pennsylvania, I’m embarrassed to say) who tried to resurrect anti-sodomy laws and may one day control the keys to your boudoir, sexy or not….” Santorum” is also clearly defined (originally by a Dan Savage reader) as “that frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.” Honestly, the stuff that’s coming out of my beloved’s rectum doesn’t smell nearly as foul as anything Rick Santorum has to say, but that’s another bloggamy.

Captain Max vs. Cancer

Political assholes may come and go, but our wars with the Big C will continue, and the dark pirate waiting at the foot of the bed always wins eventually. But there are many glorious ocean battles before the grand finale, and Captain Max is winning this one, wounded but well-irrigated, NeoBladderBall and all.

As for me, I’m still a little seasick from the whole ongoing Deep C operation. But I’m happy and proud to be Captain Max’s First Mate, Admiral and Titty-Treatment Nurse throughout his Big C Battle and all our voyages, passing one crazy, challenging love test after another, as we sail into a resplendent sunset.

With Captain Max in the Womb Room. Photo: JuxLii

Of course, everybody’s Big C battle is as different as snowflakes, but I hope this little bloggamy can provide a bit of help, humor and erotic inspiration to those of you going through something similar, whether you’re the patient, the loved one or just a really caring nurse. Bon Voyage!

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It would seem that the recovery from a prostate procedure can be every bit as daunting as the original problem. I was in excellent health on week eight Post-Op and then came down with a week long fever that necessitated an additional hospital stay and yet another pelvic drainage tube. It appears to be a matter of three steps forward and two steps back.

So should you run into a similar setback, hang in there Max. That’s just the way this syndrome seems to go.

Yep, Max also went through a couple of sky high fevers since the writing of this blog, that had us piling ice on his head and rushing him back and forth to the hospital a couple of times. But he’s much better now, and we hope you are too! Come visit the show one of these Saturday nights. That’ll take you three steps forward! Then you’ll have to do your two steps back Sunday-Monday ;) <3 x S

As luck would have it, I just looked at your site and saw that AGWA Herbal Liqueur is a sponsor. I seemed to recall having a bottle so I checking my bar and, sure enough, there it was. So I poured a small sip. It was naturally green and full of exotic flavors…like a primordial forest in a glass. Now I’ll add a little ice, pour a little more and:

– I Know it’s been about TWO yrs’ since last We spoke, I Just came across the NEWS post/Email Reg’ “MAX’s [ C ] Battle”,…

I Called the shows No’ line and left you a message there,
~~ MY LOVEs’, PRAYERs’ and Well wishes out to You BOTH, and I was very sad to read the post, I was told by the Show Operator that “Max” is getting better, I So HOPE you both are well and MAX gets tottally FREE of this awful enemy,.

– ‘cancer’ is an Advisdary that battleing is hard, winning is Difficult, but losing is saddest, I PRAY ‘max’ Overwelms this adversitie and is VICTORIOUS over it ( “c” ),..

max I’m not an orator, but want to say thank you and hang in there and thank the spirit for a wife such as yours to enlighten all of us to our own frailty’s. I love and tout Dr. Susan Block as my therapeutic sexologist. Love you guys so much and continue to keep us informed.

Read your Captain Max story. As always, very, very well written and informative. Thanks for the update. Also nice to see you sailing the ‘high seas’ and out and about for a change, even if that was before the main event of late.

Sorry your nursing chores have to consume so much of your time and energy these days. Sooner or later everyone seems to go through it in one form or another so at least you have some first hand experiences to relate to others. It just widens your perspective on life and while there is just a lot of stuff we could do without, well, that widening process is often a good thing. That may be just a convenient rationalization for some bad luck, but it may have some useful purpose. Just sayin’. Only you can really know and say. Anyway, keep fighting the good fight for your man. We admire your efforts.

So keep us updated how things are going as you slog on with the tough job of mending your man; body and soul.

Hey cuz, great blog! You should continue it so we can get updates The Perils of S&M (that’s for Suzy & Max). Come to think of it, that’s probably why you are so good for each other (S&M). Pictures are great too. Love ya, D

As luck would have it, I had my prostate removed just one month ago. The recovery period was something I wouldn’t want to repeat so I can empathize with what you’re going through now. However, after a couple of weeks it all turned around and I discovered that you never feel so good as when you begin to get over feeling really bad. Trust me. It gets much, much better!

I just read your blog about Max’s cancer battle. First, I was once again reminded what an exceptional ability you have with words and what an exceptional devotion the two of you have for one another. Congratulations to you both for coming through this ordeal with flying colors…

We are in the same boat Darling. Not many women are willing to put themselves out there with any sexual honesty. I think of you as one of my sex positive daughters.

Dear Dr Block
Again thank you for letting me post these messages on your blog. Despite the disapproval of weirdo repubilcan’ts I am grateful that medicaid actually did give me a little more time with my sick mother. Well the feeding tube was removed for last week or so and I guess out of desperation I was hoping for her to recover enough for her to at least be fed with out it. Well, what little government intervention via Medicaid did help and I passionately hope that extremist regressive reactionaries like Santitorium fail to take away this little bit of compassion the society does provide. I guess when you hear funeral plans being discussed, you realize that her days are numbered and it;s pretty much curtains. Personally if I had my way although she was a native born American’t, she was of Irish descent, and I wish she could be buried in Ireland. Personally I do not think of this country as my home, but that’s another story. Thanks again for your inspiring blog and this opportunity to express my thoughts .

I so seldom get on the old computer these days that I was completely unaware of your challenges. My goodness … as if your near death wasn’t enough … then Max’s heart surgery … now the big “C”. My thoughts and prayers are with both of you and I know in my heart that you guys will be victorious

Great Love Story. Best wishes to Max. I very much enjoyed the two times I was lucky enuf to hang with him. Bladder Bears and Bonobos forever!
Love ya both and can’t say enuf how much your life work means to so many,
Michael

Dear Dr Block
Speaking about his travesty Prick Sanitarium I would like to condemn his anti literate philosophy as much as possible. It is amazing how repubilcan’ts like him complain the amount of abortions but fail to realize that greater access to contraception would not only decrease abortions, but unwanted children, and abortions. As well! Also the repubilcan’ts are so afraid to use fact based arguments and instead soley rely on short sided sighted narrow minded egotistical irrationalisms like pep rally patriotism elitism and superficial sugar coated religious self righteousness. Should this mental midget gain the esteemed position of chief executive I think leaving country would be the most rational decision one could make !!! I seriously doubt that Thomas Jefferson had any one like Sanitarium in mind as president when penned either Decaration of Independance or the Constitution!!!
Well, to be honest has anything actually trickled down from tax breaks for trillionairs,deregulation, gutting the social safety net, and out sourcing the manufacturing base.I have lived for 46 years and have seen my standard of living decline from such policies. Thinking more of the same is going have any benefits towards society, reminds me of when” The Three Stooges “sprung a leak in their row boat, and decided to drill another hole in the bottom to let some water out. Not only have these draconian policies failed to benefit society they utterly failed to produce any superior individuals as well!
Well my own story is a rather sad one . My mother is suffering through Parkinson’s and has to be cared for like an infant at times and recently had a brain aneurysm and her prognosis is up in the air. In addition my folks took out a reverse mortgagee to pay off excessive credit debt so upon their demise I have no idea of what I will do for shelter. Due to my lack of educational credentials my employment prospects are rather bleak and of course the great state of New Jersey only wants to condemn the less fortunate and not assist them. That silver spooned cross between Jabba the hut and a Mc donald’s grimace is no friend of the poor of New Jersey

Two hot nurses and you all wonder how’s that I feel much better ? http://is.gd/2qlIcr Nurse please, I am in need of a giant catheter to France from inside some of your full Champagne bottles…before you sipp them all

wow u wrote so beautifully of Max and his battle and Triumph! i had no idea the Yacht party was for his week before sergury.I can’t wait to give him big kisses and hugs for being such an amazing man and inspiration to all 

1. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
2. May the Lord hear you in the day of trouble! May the name of the God of Jacob defend you!
3. May he send you help from the sanctuary, and strengthen you out of Zion!
4. May he remember all your offerings, and accept with favor your burnt sacrifice! Selah.
5. May he grant you your heart’s desire, and fulfil all your plans!
6. May we rejoice in your salvation, and in the name of our God set up our banners! May the Lord fulfil all your petitions!
7. Now I know that the Lord saves his anointed; he will answer him from his holy heaven with the saving strength of his right hand.
8. Some trust in chariots, and some in horses; but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.
9. They are brought down and fall; but we shall rise, and stand upright.
10. Save, Lord; the king will answer us on the day when we call.

Dear DR Block:
It amazing how all the repubilcan’ts remember moralityly when it effects people’s private lives but forget it when it effects people’s well being. Christ was passionately against the condemning self righteous hypocrite and those who worship wealth over compassion
Prick Sanitarium seems to think of lazy fare crapilialism as some sort of utopeia with no need of any resonable accountabitity for the corporate world or safety net for less fortunate . His dystopia which mirrors the midgle ages in that you have the ignobility and the church as being the most powerfull elements in society with no accountanity or checks on their power and citizens being reduced to serfdom

Oh! I love that yellow shirt!!! Glad to see you in the upright position!!! I am working on my new painting, its actually more a gravure type work. Its called all my life. The concept is to show every human being who one way or another had a huge influence on me. its a long list about 40 names there. From Michelangelo to the Rebbe. From Hesse to Zadkine. Of course there will be you and the most beloved Doctor. Now, at this point I am asking you, where would you like to be on my painting, more towards Hemingway, Charles Aznavur and Celentano or would you prefer to be closer to Tolstoy, Maupassant . There is another spot open, next to my naked Oxana, lol. So, at this point its your call. And yes, I will make a copy special for you.
Si prega di sentirsi bene, e non fare nulla di tutto ciò faccia tosta come andare e divertirsi al di fuori della nave. L’amore e l’ammirazione, sempre la vostra Yossi

I love you Max and Dr. Suzy. We are all here to help if you need anything. I am so impressed by Max’s ability to fight cancer. I am convinced that the cure for cancer lies within the love of his beautiful Dr. Suzy, as she noted in her Titty Treatment and Sexual Healing. We should probably bottle up and sell Dr. Suzy as a cure for cancer on the shopping page

Max! Your looking fantastic! Magellan would be proud. Seems like yesterday we were laying your bedroom carpet, hanging Suzys clothes racks and sharing rum and cokes lol By the sounds of it you’re really ahead of the game having this procedure and great doctors to boot. I can hear the celebratory chorusing of the “Awoman” Angels in beautiful harmony now. mmmm… btw – I’ve recently went vegan (and feel so much better for it – pretty amazing really) and have begun to learn to make killer soups you’d swear animals had bathed in for days. I’ll have to bring you some soon! As you know, Same journey – New path. Talk soon – Peace and Love to you and Suzy.

Sending all my good wishes, Cap’n Max, for continued healing and vibrancy and joy and happy erections, be they steroid-induced or otherwise!! Such an uplifting post, Sistah Suzy! Funny and heart-warming and informative and inspiring–that signature winning combo we can always count on from you! ♥ Big hugs and mo’ hugs to the both o’yez!! xoxoxo I hope we all see each other face to face before too long. LOTS of love and blessings ’til then!! Brutha Stevie ♥*¨*•♫.¸¸.•*¨*♥•.¸¸.•*¨*•♫.¸¸.•*¨*♥

Truly a journey that you are on. Healing is an intense one. Part science, part luck. Breathe deeply and drink clean water. Be thankful for this new chance to create your life again. We are here for you and cheering you on to continue as the captain of the ship. Dark pirates are after your treasure -as always- so make sure that you have all hands on deck and a destination in mind. Stormy seas never stopped a captain of your stripe, keep diving in to life and you will have plenty more of it.

Get well Max! The world needs you now. Especially with this election coming up! And speaking as a man with only one kidney, I know how it feels to feel a bit strange on the inside. See you soon, and sending love your way.

You guys have been friends of mine since the old days at KFOX. I have seen the evelolution of both of you and you have been instrumental in my evolution, as well as helping me realize the evolution we are all in (one day we’ll have to talk about that..might turn ya celebate! ;-) )

Anyway, seriously, the castrated world cannot understand us, how we can play as much as we do/wish to, and still care for That One Someone as much as you care for Max. Tell the Butler to get well and stay well.

Max, we love you with big hearts hoping for a healthy speedy recovery for you and your tribe. When you feel better I’ll greet you with a hug and some green !! Kisses and Licks and Hugs to you Max Boo <3 <3 <3 <3

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